Threeglum birds searched the willowy forest for more of their kind. Finding only bones in the trickling river, they realized they had lost their families to pollution, plight, famine, and the dreaded hunter.
They heard the gentle hum of their families spirits before an evil growl above them spoken of in the myths of their ancestors, invaded their peace. The three little birds had to run hard and long to find a hiding place, where they stopped to pray for safety from the vicious hunting dogs and their cruel human masters.
In response to the Weekend Writing Prompt #268: Hosted by Sammi Cox This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 46 words using the word “Year.”
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When times are good and happiness thrives a year slips by in merely a day
When times turn dark and oppression takes hold a year drags on for untold days
When People decide between right and wrong – years of rebellion will grow wide and grow strong
It had gone all wrong! His Commander was going to have him court-martialed or worse, he’d have to face the firing squad at dawn.
The fledgling scientist, newly recruited into the Party, had assured them that he could and would double or triple the size of their army with his newest gadget, the Replicating Ray Gun. He had replicated hundreds of items so far, a car, a boat, a ladies high-end handbag, which had netted him thousands of rouble’s in sales. He had replicated a tank and even one of their most deadly weapons, the RS-28 Sarmat, which NATO dubbed “Satan 2,” all without a single glitch.
So why were there thousands and thousands upon thousands of rocks and boulders laying where there should be thousands upon thousands of Soviet soldiers?
He heard the jingle of handcuffs along with the heavy plod of his Commander’s footfalls and turned slowly to face his soon-to-be executioner.
The Earth trembled as she lifted paradise in her hands made corporeal from the polluted crust of her mantle, to hold high in the sky, where the cancer of man could not reach it.
The senator from Texas, the frog on the left, spoke vehement frog talk to the frog senator from Florida, the frog on the right.
As the Florida senator spoke, the Texan senator turned as if to hop on out of the hot seat, or off the hot leaf as case in fact, it was.
Soon the leaf they both clung to with their slimy, webbed feet, became so hot from the summer sun, both had to leap without securing a landing spot, leaving the steaming leaf vacant and ready for newer, slimier frogs.
In response to GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up! PROMPT WORD: EXCHANGE
This is a story about two women who loved the same man and the man who loved them, albeit in different ways and with a different type of passion for each, as the women were not at all alike, yet both filled him with joy and happiness and completed him where only one never could.
The problem of course, was that neither woman knew about the other as one was a wife to the man of many years and the other a girlfriend and lover, also of many years yet, neither had ever discovered the truth in all that time because the man loved and adored both, he was very careful lest he loose one or both of them should they discover the truth about the double life he led.
On Valentine’s Day, toward late afternoon, each of the women received a huge flower arrangement containing their favorite blossoms, red roses for the wife and white daisies with baby’s breath for the girlfriend.
The man left handwritten cards to be delivered with the flowers that day, unfortunately the girl at the flower shop was new and became quite confused about which arrangement went to which woman, and unwilling to admit she was discombobulated, she completed the sale and sent him on his way.
So it was that each lady received the other ladies flowers and the very personal correspondence attached declaring his undying love and commitment to each, except the names were incorrect on each woman’s card.
Much to his surprise, his wife did not ask for a divorce at all, but requested an exchange in that the wife wanted to be the girlfriend and so the girlfriend became the wife and the wife became the girlfriend and the man lived a happy but extremely tiring life for a very, very long time.
We hugged, we talked, we laughed, we loved. We tried not to think about what the morning would bring as our eyes met across the busy café tables, I was struck with a feeling of despair so deep, I shivered and tears swam uninvited beneath my lashes.
Noticing my distress, and she always noticed everything, she comprehended my sudden emotional dive into depression.
“It will be okay Babe. I know it’s a long deployment, but think of the benefits, plus extra for hazard pay. We’ll be able to get that condo on the beach we want when I get back, ok?”
She brushed a tear from my cheek with the back of her soft, but very strong hand.
We spent the rest of the day touring the city that would one day be our home. She ate caramel and I ate fudge. Our lips met and we tasted an exquisite explosion of sweet, saltiness between us.
All of these memories cascaded inside my mind, coming to a full halt at the site of a military officer standing at my front door, holding a perfectly folded American flag beneath his arm.
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